I glide the pads of my fingers over the bruised plush of my lips and a sudden shiver jolts my spine.
Crashing images invade my mind. Images of his naked torso flattening against mine as his tongue claimed me and his strong hands drew me closer—
My phone buzzes in my bag and I release my lips with a start, then sigh when I find a text from my best friend.
Lucy: Want to hang out with us at Reina’s?
Naomi: I’d rather worship at Satan’s actual altar.
Lucy: Come on, Nao. Everyone will be there to celebrate the win.
Everyone including Sebastian?
I shake my head. Why does that matter?
Naomi: One more reason why I shouldn’t be there.
Lucy: But it’ll be fun.
Naomi: My idea of fun is ruining theirs, so I doubt they want me there. Go party and flirt with Prescott, Luce.
She sends back a Japanese crying emoji and I grin. Ever since I exposed my nerdy side and introduced her to them, they’re all she uses now.
I’m about to hide my phone when it lights up with a call from an unknown number. My hand trembles even though I have a clue of who it could be.
Sucking in a deep breath, I answer, “Hello.”
“Ms. Naomi Chester?”
“That’s me.”
“This is Private Investigator Collins. You called my assistant earlier today to schedule an appointment.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have time now?”
“Now?”
“If that’s not possible, we can meet on Monday. But from what you told my assistant, it’s urgent.”
“It is.” I look at my watch, then sigh. “Let’s meet now. I’d rather not go to your agency.” And leave a trail that Mom can follow.
“I understand. Do you know the diner called Tracy’s that’s located opposite the gas station?”
“Yes. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“See you then, Ms. Chester.”
The line goes dead, but it takes me a few seconds to lower my hand.
Reaching into my bag, I pull out an oversized hoodie, then put it on so that it covers my cheer uniform. It still has the Black Devils’ logo on the front, but it’s better than going out to meet a PI, dressed like a high school girl with a crush on the most popular guy.
With a sigh, I blast Rammstein from my car stereo and start driving to the intended location. Several vehicles honk and college students dance around campus in celebration of the win. So I opt to take a different route. One that’s more deserted.
That’s when I notice something’s wrong.
I’ve taken this road several times before, mainly when there are busy events at campus like tonight. But this is the first time that it’s been almost completely dark, except for a few lights scattered far apart. I’m mainly relying on my headlights as I drive down the road parallel to Blackwood’s famous forest.